Straw in our hair, swagger in
our stride, wonder in our stare is the only way an Oklahoman can be
described as they visit New York City for the first time. To listen to my
brother describe his fist visit there was a pleasure. The bloom of youth
was not upon him but he might have been but just a boy. The wonder of the
city was most evident as he spoke of it.

"We went to a stage show." "It
was just marvelous." "Absolutely breathtaking."

"Did you enjoy the music?" I
asked.

"The music was incredible."
"Whole orchestras setting on pedestals moving out from the wall." "Every
inch of the stage was alive with action." "There wasn't a place on the
huge stage that wasn't embroiled in some sort of activity." "The lights."
"The costumes." "I think I have seen everything as far as entertainment
goes."

I was listening and
understanding his feeling completely even though it had been years ago
when I the same experience. "Where did you sit?"

"Oh well!" "That wasn't so
good." We were on the last row at the very top of the place." "Seats were
half-price there." "Still it was really something to remember."

"To top everything off we saw
Sally Fields coming out a side door as we were leaving." "She had body
guards around her and she was signing autographs." "Brother said, "Go on
up there." "Ask her for an autograph."

"Why sure." "She said to me."
She stood next to me, put her arm around me, while brother was snapping
pictures." "All at once she was being ushered to her car." "It was a big
long white limousine." "They had her in the car and brother said." "Say, I
had the cover on the camera lense."

"I stepped over to the
limousine where the window was cracked and said, Miss Fields, will you
retake the photo's?" "The camera cover was on the lense." "She opened the
door and said, "I'm getting out to take a picture with this young man."

"Hmmm, young man, I'm
thinking."

"The body guards, driver,
everyone was trying to keep her in the car and it didn't stop her." "She
was out of the car and brother took the pictures again, this time they
were good."

"I have always liked Sally
Fields." "Who knew she was as spunky and beautifully charming in person as
she is in films?"

"Well, I'm telling you, it
made my trip to New York City."

"When can we see the photos."

"Well, it depends on a lot of
things."

"He was his old self," I
thought.

"Thank you Sally Fields." "You
will never know what a grand thing you did for a tall lanky Indian boy
whose life has been laden with hard work, along with all the trials to
come upon someone raising a family for years even after a divorce." "In
one instant, you gave him a great gift." "For all the disappointments, the
lost belief in humanity, and the struggles we all have, your kindness
means so very much."

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